Chapter 25 Colosseum

This is a large underground casino. It is not only luxuriously decorated, but also strange, full of all kinds of gambling tools, and groups of people gathered together to shout and shout. Pieces of gold and scattered gold coins were piled up on the table. Locke looked at those crazy humans as if he saw a group of wild dogs competing for food. They grabbed food not to fill their stomachs, but to prove that he had more food than others.

With a burst of dizziness, Locke almost vomited again. He was about to withdraw and heard a few roars of beasts in his ears, including the anger of the lion and the sadness of the tiger and leopard.

Locke turned around and walked in the direction of the beast roaring.

There is a huge circular field. The marble steps extend upwards, circle by circle, and there are still human beings sitting on it. In the deepest part of this vast space, there stood a naked teenager with a long chain between his hands. Locke stared at the teenager with great interest and thought to himself: What tricks are humans playing?

A sudden roar, a cheetah rushed into the field. Perhaps after being locked up for too long and not eating meat for a few days, it stared at the prey in front of it, suddenly tried its best, jumped up, and struck the teenager with lightning speed.

The crowd** rose, and people stretched their necks, stared, and roared: "Bite him to death! Bite him to death!"

Locke suddenly realized that the teenager was the food given to beasts by humans, and people wanted to draw visual stimulation and sensory enjoyment from this bloody game.

It seems that the teenager must have blood splashed on the spot. Locke's face flashed a complex look. In a trance, he saw the girl who had been sacrificed and tortured. The original little favorable for human beings was instantly disintegrated.

When the cheetah attacked, he saw the teenager rolling on the ground and deftly dodged the attack. When the leopard saw that it was not hit, it was beastly and roared again, and then with a "pa" sound, the steel whip-like tail swept over. The teenager was not in a hurry. He danced the chain in his hand, a beautiful spinning body, wrapped the leopard's tail, and then twisted it hard. The leopard ate the pain, turned its head, opened its sharp teeth and bit the teenager's head and neck.

The teenager turned his head and turned his body to drive the chain to rotate rapidly. He swang the leopard up. After a few circles, it is estimated that the leopard had already fainted and heard a "bang" sound, and the teenager took the leopard out. The unlucky cheetah bled, rolled his eyes twice, and his legs moved after a few times.

There was silence in the stands, followed by a "hi" sound, which was the sound of disappointment made by people, as if the damn it should be the teenager, not the beast. Locke couldn't help frowning.

I thought the game was over, but there was another roar, and a bigger beast rushed into the field. This is a huge male lion, at least three times larger than the previous cheetah.

Isn't this cheating? The teenager just fought with the leopard and thought it took a lot of effort. This time, he had to become a lion's supper? Human beings really don't have any sympathy. Locke sweated for the teenager. Sure enough, the teenager retreated in horror and quickly retreated to the end, and there was no way back. Perhaps after being hungry for a long time, he finally saw the prey. The lion's eyes flashed with a faint blue light. He rubbed his two front paws on the ground, just like a butcher would sharpen his knife before slaughtering the prey. The lion lowered his head. It is accumulating strength.

Another burst of crowd**. People red-eyed, waved their fists, hoarsely, and shouted, "Bite him to death!" Bite him to death!"

As if encouraged, the male lion suddenly burst out, roared, and rushed down into the air. The teenager hurriedly dodged, but his movements were obviously much slower. Brush", the lion's sharp claws scratched the teenager's arm, and several ravines gushed across, and blood immediately gushed out. The lion that smelled blood was even more crazy. It raised its huge head and bit its prey...

There were exclamation, screams and shouts from the stands... Seeing that the tragedy was about to happen. At this moment, a red light shot, and the air immediately filled with a strong smell of blood.

With a "bang", the lion fell down, and he didn't even have time to kick his legs, so he cried and mourned. The people in the stands stretched their necks and opened their eyes wide, as if they didn't believe what was happening in front of them at all, but talked about it one after another:

"What's going on?"

"Yes, what's going on?"

"Why did the lion die?"

"That slave didn't die?"

......

"Ah, help!" Suddenly, someone screamed.

"It's not good! The beast is out of the cage, run away..."

......

The venue was in chaos. Those officials didn't care about their gentlemanly demeanor and rushed to the door. You trampled on me, and I stepped on you, screaming and howling endlessly. The one who falls behind and falls to the ground and can't get up becomes the midnight snack of the beasts.

A cold smile flashed in his eyes, and Locke stood up and walked out.

The night is already deep, and the noisy streets are finally quieter. People packed up their trophies and ran in different directions.

Locke walked along the street to the gate. The city made him feel depressed, and he wanted to breathe the earth in nature. The gate was closed, and the guards guarding the city seemed to be dozed off. Locke shook his body and swept out of the wall like a bigroc bird.

Locke walked out of the port, came to the seaside, stood on the coast, and looked into the distance.

The night is very thick, and where the water and sky meet, dark clouds are rolling. A storm is coming. The sea breeze raised Locke's robe, and the black robe hunted like a flag. The fishy and salty smell from the wind is not very good, but it is a natural smell. Locke exhaled deeply, as if he had released all the depression in his chest.

Locke stood there fixedly, and his back was lonely and desolate.

Gradually, there was a pattering raindrop, and then a large raindrop fell down, and the boneless coolness penetrated into the pores and penetrated into the heart.